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POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
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